my patriotic chore

It’s better to learn humility now than later when it smacks you straight in the face.

The problem is, how do you learn it when it’s not smacking you in the face?

An aggregation of five years of random service, although sometimes I may have even considered it drudgery, and what do I get?

Zilch.

I will shamelessly say I put in the most work.

So where are my returns?

They always say how the workers at the back, behind the stage, make everything run like clockwork, and that you should be proud even though you aren’t seen or noticed. I think it’s just a poor excuse…it’s like the Protestant work ethic all over again, work as a duty. Then again, isn’t it? Maybe I’ve got it all wrong…but I can’t help but wonder, all that work has to amount to something right?

I thought I’ve gotten over it, after all it is a “service”…but sometimes you just can’t help but noticing that other people are reaping the “benefits” of your work.

As egocentric as this whole thing may sound…I just can’t help it when it’s too ugh-ish to ignore.